Homebirth birth story

As I sit here and stare at a blank piece of paper, in the same space I birthed her, almost a year later, I am in complete awe and gratitude. This birth was the outcome of two previous births that led to me standing in the deepest presence of a woman’s power.

As I sit here and stare at a blank piece of paper, in the same space I birthed her, almost a year later, I am in complete awe and gratitude. This birth was the outcome of two previous births that led to me standing in the deepest presence of a woman’s power.

I knew the moment her presence was in my womb because the shy, soft-spoken Haley became a force to be reckoned with. I felt powerful, beautiful and strong in my body.

My first two pregnancies and births I went along with what everyone around me thought was “normal.” This time I wasn’t afraid of the feedback from my loved ones. This time I was unapologetic to what I desired for “my birth.” As my midwife shared, “Sistah, if you can squat, you can have a baby.” So in my 500 square foot cottage on August 18, 2018 at 7pm we began the process of bringing my daughter into this world.

She was twelve days past due. I had been 6cm dilated for two weeks and Hurricane Lane, which turned out to be the wettest tropical cyclone on record in Hawaii, was to begin its wrath in three days. We decided to break the membranes of my bag and start labor. I hydrated, danced, laughed and laid down for a while to rest and around 12am my body began working with my daughter.

I found my sweet spot in our teeny-tiny bathroom and in this space I listened. Each contraction was a wave that got me closer to shore. My body knew exactly what to do; all I needed to do was pay attention.

Inward. Going deep within myself to find a place that was raw, vulnerable, real, and the only way out was through the powerful surges of emotion and pain. Except, I chose to not allow pain to become me, but I allowed it to become the image of kissing my beautiful daughter on her sweet smelling head.

I breathed deeply. It came from my soul. My breath gave me freedom. Freedom from fear. Freedom from what our society has stolen from women – the power of choice. Freedom to be the breath for women around the world. Freedom to believe I am powerful.

I gave thanks. Every contraction I would show gratitude. I would thank my body for knowing the answers, for allowing each contraction to bring my baby girl into my arms. Thanking my body for being a vehicle for her soul. Thanking my body for the strength and power within. Thanking my body for my health in supporting the journey of birth.

I trusted. I allowed trust to become me, which in turn protected, nourished and empowered my body and mind.

Around 5am I got into the birthing pool to breathe through the last few surges and at 5:33am a beautiful 9lb 3oz, 21 inch baby girl came into this world with a posterior presentation. She was calm, aware, and healthy. We anointed her in Young Living Frankincense and applied Gentle Baby essential oil on the heart of our little tribe to unite and bond our family.

This birth took an ohana of beautiful people who supported me through love and prayers. A partner and birth team that allowed me to be whoever I needed to be in the moment, and a space that was open for me to listen, trust and be the lighthouse for my baby’s safe harbor home.

I knew the moment her presence was in my womb because the shy, soft spoken Haley became a force to be reckoned with. I felt powerful, beautiful and strong in my body. 

My first two pregnancies and births I went along with what everyone around me thought was “normal.” This time I wasn’t afraid of the feedback from my loved ones. This time I was unapologetic to what I desired for “my birth.” As my midwife shared, “Sistah, if you can squat, you can have a baby.” So in my 500 square foot cottage on August 18, 2018 at 7pm we began the process of bringing my daughter into this world. 

She was twelve days past due. I had been 6cm dilated for two weeks and Hurricane Lane, which turned out to be the wettest tropical cyclone on record in Hawaii, was to begin its wrath in three days. We decided to break the membranes of my bag and start labor. I hydrated, danced, laughed and laid down for a while to rest and around 12am my body began working with my daughter. 

I found my sweet spot in our teeny-tiny bathroom and in this space, I listened. Each contraction was a wave that got me closer to shore. My body knew exactly what to do, all I needed to do was pay attention. 

Inward. Going deep within myself to find a place that was raw, vulnerable, real, and the only way out was through the powerful surges of emotion and pain. Except, I chose to not allow pain to become me, but I allowed it to become the image of kissing my beautiful daughter on her sweet smelling head. 

I breathed deeply. It came from my soul. My breath gave me freedom. Freedom from fear. Freedom from what our society has stolen from women – the power of choice. Freedom to be the breath for women around the world. Freedom to believe I am powerful. 

I gave thanks. Every contraction I would show gratitude. I would thank my body for knowing the answers. For allowing each contraction to bring my baby girl into my arms. Thanking my body for being a vehicle for her soul. Thanking my body for the strength and power within. Thanking my body for my health in supporting the journey of birth. 

I trusted. I allowed trust to become me, which in turn protected, nourished and empowered my body and mind.

Around 5am I got into the birthing pool to breathe through the last few surges and at 5:33am a beautiful 9lb 3oz, 21 inch baby girl came into this world with a posterior presentation. She was calm, aware, and healthy. We anointed her in Young Living Frankincense and applied Gentle Baby essential oil on the heart of our little tribe to unite and bond our family. 

This birth took an ohana of beautiful people who supported me through love and prayers. A partner and birth team that allowed me to be whoever I needed to be in the moment, and a space that was open for me to listen, trust, and be the lighthouse for my baby’s safe harbor home.

Image Credit: Haley Celeste Miller

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Haley Celeste Miller was born in Colorado and raised on the island of Maui. She met her fiancé when they were twelve-years old and they now have three beautiful kids to share life with. Haley is a Platinum Leader with Young Living. Her mission is to empower women with wellness, purpose and freedom. She is passionate about birth, supporting women in their fourth trimester, and putting the healers back in the healers hands. You can contact her at 808 494-6896.

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